Where are we going? Planet Ten! When are we going? Real soon!
That’s a search area of 500,000 square miles. That’s twice the size of Texas. They may never find us.
“I’d like to make her look a little more attractive, how far can you pull back?”
“How do you feel about Cleveland?”
So, how long you staying in Cleveland, man?
I spent 30 years trying to prove the truth: monsters exist.
I do believe in spooks! I do believe in spooks! I do! I do! I do! I do believe in spooks! I do believe in spooks! I do! I do! I do! I do!
Who ya gonna call?
Jill, we’ve just traced the call… its coming from inside the house!
What’s the point? They’re all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can’t act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It’s insulting.
There’s a shortage of perfects breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
I bet you say that to all your wives.
When I watch you eat. When I see you asleep. When I look at you lately, I just want to smash your face in.
Don’t talk to me like that, assface. I don’t work for you yet.
You’d be lovely to have around, just to sprinkle the flowers with your personality.
You are physically repulsive, intellectually retarded, you’re morally reprehensible, vulgar, insensitive, selfish, stupid, you have no taste, a lousy sense of humour and you smell.
You be careful, madam, or you’ll turn my pretty head with your flattery.
Well, I ain’t sorry for you no more, ya crazy, psalm-singing, skinny old maid!
Perhaps you would like me to come in there and wash your dick for you, you little shit.
Don’t go soft on me now.
Tell me something. Are you required to flirt, to behave as you do toward that table of men over there? Maybe… it’s some part of your job?